so, thanksgiving... i was terrible anti-social and did slim to nil cooking... as i was much too occuppied with the task of cleaning/rearranging my room... which i decided to do at about 10pm Thanksgiving eve. As I arrived home on said-evening, to a sign on THE entrance ("what do you mean we have a front door!?") reading: USE FRONT DOOR OR FACE UNPRETTY CONSEQUENCES, I wondered just how i was going to break it to mother--my plans for room re-design and thorough cleaning, a project much too big and time-consuming for a holiday weekend. As i entered through the frontdoor ("OH! the 'post-door'... where we get the post!") I am delighted to see that mum has begun to tear out the carpet... starting with the steps and upstairs hall, a project much too big and time-consuming for a holiday weekend, let alone the single night in which she thought she could finish... there are nails protruding from all but the lowest three steps... a fact that i constantly forget until pain shoots up my legs... how many relatives have died from stepping on rusty nails? enough. luckily i'm thicksoled and the nails are morelike sewing pins.

blah, blah, blah.... etc. etc. etc.... spend all of thanksgiving day in my room cleaning much to the dismay of mum who hounds me everytime i chance the lockjaw-ic episode that is "going downstairs".

"Talk to your grandparents. You could spend a little time with them, you know."

"Oh stop it. We're not catholic, you're guilt doesn't work here... have you not put the turkey in yet?"

"Oh shit."

so thanksgiving dinner was had at about 7.30pm. i ate too much of my quorn turkey roast and the accompanying vegetables of every shade... then i drank a bottle of wine in my room whilst cleaning it. did some quasi-art piece at about 2am. sistersister likes it.